Luyện nghe bài hát Ring The Alarm

Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye

Ring the alarm, I wanna stay calm cause
I'm about to rip this
When the mic is gripped my do split up like
from Vietnam

'Cause I'm sweet, neat, I don't or skinteet
Lyrics I lick my tongue
And rhymes I with my teeth
lyrical prophet you can't stop this from the West Indies

You can tell I'm a lyrical prophet from the spoken and broken up
In these books and that I unfold
The knowledge I use does me bold
The in my system

Converts itself and wisdom
Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of pan and Calypso
Cyop is a buck and a buck is a
That's the real thing and a natural fact

This lyrical man you can't hold me
From the red, the white, and the black
Island, which is my land, my place of
You can tell by the that's swung

And the lyrical in me verse
So all MC's don't cross this
'Cause by now you should sort of
Lyrically wise but now I

All that's out of order
Don't try to any of the Schnickens
'Cause I'm not done with the boxin'
The and the lickin'

the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye

You two-facety, you face me
And my you'll bite and learn
Soon you'll acknowledge my substance just like a bookworm
Chip FU, then you will extend and show all the them

That me big 'boutcha under and culture
And the bad in the pen
Because when I the mic
(Yes, man)
All MC's they do stop yes and

Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I
With these lyrical of such
And if I do unleash a masterpiece
Lyrics never cease, a piece I'll unleash and make it brief

Please bite yes or thief
C H I P FU is my name, it will just the same
Give me any mic on stage in a rage I'll
And drop rhymes just the

for quote, note for note, did you comprehend
So jack it up and it up operator
and come again
'Cause MC's try these raps and sound like wanna-be's

But a not what I want to be
See the have to be
The true prophets
Free to preach FU-Schnick

We thee untouchable, matchable, stoppable MC's for
Me, a Rastafarian, no not me but I do
I'm not faking Jamaican, so all MC's you run
Because Mr. Chip FU man a

And me sitdong pon de riddim sitdong de vibes
A de don
True me full up a style and me wicked and
With peer pattern watch how me it in a verb

And capsize it in a
Uno better I and I respect
this Trinidadian I come
out

Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye

Phenomenon one, phenomenon two, three
Come me
POC FU's the rough-neck and I'm the wild Apache
See I'm the C the H the I the P

with the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G
The M the O, yes and the C
And the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-D
I preach and teach and educate all youth about unity

But wait, let me get set not to
But to get something
All come out with good styles
And all of them do sound

But ring the alarm and stay calm
Because I won't
These lyrical styles I compile
To preach and teach and educate me, a new jack
(Who's that)

When you were at the parties rapping and I did a chat
On tape, on tape and cassette, you'll hear me live and
Yes and who never me yet when you hear my voice it's perfect
So just pack up your lyrics are weak when you speak

Don't step so just back up, wake up, off the make-up
The mic I'll break up
MC's from limb, slim me trim
You see me, I don't follow no style and I don't follow no

So take head to this lesson I or the lesson I brought
Which was taught to one and
All slack better ring the alarm
In words, run for cover